Ghost2 - Two Shell

Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it) Upset stomach I had to eat (ooh) Walked in Louis and spend six Gs (fuck it) Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh) Walked in shell (ooh) Flamed up a L (ooh) Bumpy Margiels (ooh) Feel like braille (ooh) Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh) Came through the mail (ooh) I fucked your girl (ooh) In the hotel (ooh) Fast ass two-door parked up the street Hope you don't try it, I'll up the piece Went to Miami and hit story My bitch on a OG gas diet, just weed no meat (ooh ooh) Dirty ass pop (ooh) Shook it with the top (top) Drinking while I shop Took it with two yops (yops) Make the coupe fast just to get way from the cops (cops) Your bitch is popped Motor non-stop (stop) Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it) Upset stomach I had to eat (ooh) Walked in Louis and spend six Gs (fuck it) Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh) Walked in shell (ooh) Flamed up a L (ooh) Bumpy Margiels (ooh) Feel like braille (ooh) Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh) Came through the mail (ooh) I fucked your girl (ooh) In the hotel (ooh) Lean 650, I up the kit (fiend) Hope you ain't kiss her, she sucked my dick (ooh) Let my mans fuck her, I set the pick Up until the bitch started fussing It didn't get shit (shit shit) Might but a Jag (Jag) If it not the Bent (Bent) How much for it cash (cash) I wasn't tryna rent (rent) Smoking strong gas (gas) I done just went through a zip (zip) Bought a four pack (pack) Did it just to flip (flip) Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it) Upset stomach I had to eat (ooh) Walked in Louis and spend six Gs (fuck it) Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh) Walked in shell (ooh) Flamed up a L (ooh) Bumpy Margiels (ooh) Feel like braille (ooh) Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh) Came through the mail (ooh) I fucked your girl (ooh) In the hotel (ooh)

He seemed no different from the rest Just a healthy normal boy His mama always did her best And he was daddy's pride and joy He learned to walk and talk on time But never cared much to be held And steadily he would decline Into his solitary shell As a boy he was considered somewhat odd Kept to himself most of the time He would daydream in and out of his own world But in every other way he was fine He's a Monday morning lunatic Disturbed from time to time Lost within himself In his solitary shell A temporary catatonic Madman on occasion When will he break out Of his solitary shell He struggled to get through his day He was helplessly behind He poured himself onto the page Writing for hours at a time As a man he was a danger to himself Fearful and sad most of the time He was drifting in and out of sanity But in every other way he was fine He's a Monday morning lunatic Disturbed from time to time Lost within himself In his solitary shell A momentary maniac With casual delusions When will he be let out Of his solitary shell